‘Twas one holiday eve,
Through a window I spied
An ambitious quilter
Who was fit to be tied.
Stacked all around
Were her projects galore:
Wall hangings, quilts,
Hand-sewn stockings and more.
She rushed to and fro
Not a moment to spare,
As batting and fiberfill
Flew through the air.
Pinning and basting
And stitching so fast
She tied her knots tight,
So the presents would last.
When finally dawn
Showed its face in the east,
All the presents were finished
And all action had ceased.
I heard when she hollered
With a grin ear to ear,
“Have a wonderful holiday,
And a happy new year!”
An original (more or less) poem by
MissesStitches
